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The Exposed Extra: Part 2/2
🕑 Added 2023-11-21 18:00:06 +0000 UTCEnjoy the rest of this story, and if you're one of my American readers, enjoy your Thanksgiving holidays. I have another new story queued up for Friday, so eat all the turkey you want and then buy everything you need on Black Friday (including any of my short stories from Amazon...)
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What kind of underwear are you wearing?
I was taken aback. Excuse me?
I can unbutton your pants myself to find out.
Fine, I’m uh, wearing briefs.
Are they white?
Yes sir.
Perfect. Sam, cut him out of those pants. It’s gonna be hilarious seeing a random guy running onto the scene in just some briefs.
I tried to voice my hesitation, but the director had already turned on his heel and walked back to the camera rig. I didn’t even have time to turn my protest to Sam before he had pulled out a pair of scissors from his fanny pack and was cutting the fabric along the seam. I tried to stop him, but he was already past my knees and I didn’t want his scissors to veer off course. Within ten seconds, I was now sitting in the middle of the street wearing only my tight, white briefs. I couldn’t even look down- I just stood up, trying to fight back tears.
Sam disappeared as quickly as the director had, so I was left alone to walk back into the lobby with the other extras. None of them said anything to me, but I could see some of them holding in their laughter. One man just had his hands covertly covering his crotch as he stared. I tried to look unfazed, but I was dying inside. Two of my coworkers were probably back upstairs- how would I walk back in there wearing only my underwear? I focused on the scene ahead and how I was going to be super careful not to hit anything or trip this time. I was too focused to even look down at the only clothing I still had on. I didn’t even notice how skilled that Sam was with a pair of scissors. As he cut my pants, he also cut a slit up the side of my briefs on both sides, all the way into the waistband.
From outside, I heard the director shout: Cue the rain. We heard the rain from outside before we could even see it. Once action was called, we ran outside into the pouring rain. I could barely see where I was going, but I was determined to make it into the street without tripping. And I did! What I didn’t realize was that someone else had been right behind me. They grabbed my briefs and pulled into the waistband until it ripped. With the rain coming straight at me, I hadn’t even felt them come off. I only noticed when I heard the laughter erupting around me. I saw every extra looking at me, and I looked down to see myself fully naked.
Rain covered my body, slicking the hair covering my pecs and chest and crotch flat. All of my muscles were glistening in the sun- taut biceps and thighs as large as most people’s torso, all from working in the fields every day for a decade. I realized that with all of the attention, I was beginning to feel myself getting hard. I tried to cover myself with my hand, but there was no point- everyone had already seen. I saw the director walk over, and he had the biggest smirk on his face.
Ok y’all, that’s a wrap. You can head back upstairs to grab your checks and head out. He started to turn around to walk away, but I ran up to him.
What do you mean we’re done? Don’t we need to do another take where I’m not, you know, naked?
I actually think that take went perfectly. The rain framed everything so nicely. Including your fucking hot body. What do you to work out, lift other bodybuilders?
He was laughing to himself now as he shamelessly eyed me up and down, pawing at the crotch of his tight jeans. I ignored all of that and tried to hold my ground.
Well, at least that take won’t make it into the movie at least. You can’t just have some naked guy running around.
Oh no buddy, that’s definitely the shot that I’m going to pick. He had now taken a step towards me, close enough for me to smell his cologne. He had ditched all subtlety now and was openly fondling my fully erect cock as he talked. I planned the whole thing actually. I love putting little Easter eggs into my movies. In the previous shot, one of the bad guys actually runs away with some clothes in his hand joking that he stole them from someone. And that would be you. Once I saw your fuckable body after you tore your shirt, I knew that I had found my man. And the contract you signed earlier today has a clause about nudity in it, so your cock is going to be seen by millions of people. Sorry about that.
I was shocked. He walked away, and I was left standing there alone, hands clutching my cock. Water dripped down from my hair, and I reached my hand to push it back before realizing that I was exposing myself again. But fuck it, I had just signed a contract to get naked in a movie anyway. I dropped my hands to my sides and slowly walked back to the building, unaware of the hundreds of cameras aiming down at me from all directions from the buildings on each side of the street. I knew I shouldn’t have pushed my luck…
